Cheer competition was on Sunday. Quite honestly I think the girls were on fire and didn’t miss a point, or stance, or whatever it is that cheer girls do. The judges disagreed,which is fine. Ariana’s squad won fourth out if five. I personally almost cried. The girls worked so hard,and they looked so cute and spunky. On the drive home I asked my dear Ari if she was okay with fourth place, her answer shocked me to the core. Most kids these days you would think would be sad or jealous. My daughter, my sweet daughter replied ” yes,it’s fine. I think those other girls earned their first and second!” She amazes me. There I sat ,almost on the verge of tears and my daughter is proud of herself,and happy for the others… I learn everyday through the wonderful heart of my children.
Well, now you know how she did… I’ll tell you how it went for me. Long story short…just picture this. My two boys, an umbrella stroller, bleachers that I ridiculously decided to go up, a bag that weighs at least three hundred pounds. Then right before it all starts,Lincoln needed his diaper changed. So down we go Ryker is being obedient at this time, but the second we get to the bathrooms, they are closed for cleaning. After waiting for what seemed like a year because at this point Ryker is rolling on the ground. Now I am sweating,and Lincoln is crying, and Ryker is refusing to move. Finally in the bathroom,it dawns on me… This is a high school. There are NO baby changing tables. Great. I could have just flopped him down anywhere and changed him.
Then the competition starts! Yeah fun! Cheer ! Cheer! Cheer! Of course Ariana’s group is last. So I sit forcing food down both boys hoping they hold still and stay semi quiet the whole time.all the while getting poked by Ryker. Lincoln runs out of his bottle,and Ryker tries to kick everyone and I hope that the girls hurry up, I want to see my girl cheer! An hour into it , I see her! I grab my camera and both boys cry and scream and poke and bite while I do a horrible job of recording the reason why we are all sitting on stinky bleachers in the first place. Never the less I enjoyed myself. I tend to enjoy myself regardless of what I am doing.
I swear Tim has me take the boys so I can see what it could be like. Let’s say he doesn’t get the surgery. I would have to take the boys everywhere. It would be crawling up bleachers with two annoying boys all the time. I don’t do sweating very well. Alone is not something I do well either. I need someone to argue with me, tease me, order me around. I like being a wife. I like being his wife.
Don’t get me wrong, my husband is a odd guy. He is pompous, opinionated, rude, and self righteous. That’s just Tim. He always has been. He love us though. Tim tries his hardest to be what we need. My kids adore him. Plus I need the help sometimes. I forget I am not superwoman. I wish I was.
Right now Tim wishes he was superman I am sure! He thinks he is passing a kidney stone. I think he has the typical pain associated with your kidneys failing. He has been crawling around and darn near crying. When I was I labor with the boys he would say stupid things like ” there,there” and ” this will be over soon”. Quite honestly I may not be a sympathetic as I should be. I get him water,and draw him a bath and wait on him. But the emotion of empathy is not there. It almost makes me feel bad. Tim just teases me. We are actually pretty mean to each other. He calls me fat,and I tell him to get a job. It is like our foreplay. We don’t really mean the things we say, we say it out of love, if you can believe that.
Any who, Ari did great, my boys are cute, and Tim is passing a kidney stone… And me? Well I am here trying to survive.
Kidney in waiting 